Lyrics:
go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go
Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets
Snatch jewels off your neck
Leave your clique wet
Y'all flow drive but my
wrong
"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
No singles
All albums
And I don't give a fuck who found em
If you hate that bitch then pound em
If you have six bottles then down em
If your pussy
Ooh, Bad SML Thumbnails
Ooh, Bad SML Thumbnails
Ooh, Brrt, brrt
Ooh, Brrt, brrt
Havoc on the mic
Rad your music good, SIKE
Your music is what I
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
wonder why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so give up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got no choice,
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
'all don't feel me
My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me
In 2003 the lease is up
We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up
Pop your seat up,
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
Ain't nobody falling, yeah
All y'all try and call it, yeah
But we stay balling, and you stay crawling
Looking for your calling, yeah
And when y
Teach our sons
What if you're walking with your lady where There's cars passing by
I'll stay closer to the street so she ain't likely To die
What if y
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
still hip-hop's Jack Nicholson, I'm hip-hop's James Dean
Ain't shit changed since my first album, I still say what I mean
If your girl's pretty, don't
shoppers, see, I was rockin' my label wrong
But I digress 'cause this isn't that song
This just my plight, I am no different than y'all
Speak to your boss,
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
imprinting, yeah
They all see my wrist is glinting
I'm floating while your ship is sinking
Still winning they wonder why
Ain't no drug, bars got me high
Down
impressed with all that fuck-boy rap
Don't know why they so impressed with all that frat-boy rap
No pun intended, but your album sounds rushed like that
Man,
Department of Corrections
The new see-bo album "Till My Casket Drops" has lyrics that do just that plus
this one your about to hear
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
around the beat I make 200 pounds look real nimble
The passion overflowing it don't ever dwindle
That's why I write albums without a hesitation
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